The Half Yearly exams have finally ended! What a relief! I still have my books piled up on my study table that are recently necessitating proper care. So what? It’s the Puja Holidays man! Just relax yourself on the couch and have a “bindaas” enjoyment of the boob tube. Anything else? I have been loath to read books containing delightful stories until today; this might be the first time I have borrowed a book from my friend; and it is “The Alchemist”. I was so interested in reading the book that I already finished an unprecedented thirty-two pages in half-an-hour and I am proud of myself having read (not completely) an International Bestseller; although I have the unabridged Sherlock Holmes tome, I have only read the “Hound Of The Baskervilles” and have greatly enjoyed it. In class V or something, of Sherlock Holmes (abridged), I had read “The Red-Headed League”, “The Speckled-Band” (the best rated story of Sherlock Holmes which I too have rated the best) and “The Copper Beeches”. I have no personal gizmos to spend time with but I have my faithful companion, my computer, who never leaves me. Surfing the internet might be a good pastime. I have not yet started the Puja shopping but plan to start in a few days.
To aestivate the summertime during Autumn annoys all. Going out under this scorching heat is truly tiring. I would rather stay nocturnal, brother; I would prefer to not come out of my house during the matutinal hours.
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wallowing in Nonchalance
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Superstitions….The Iniquities Of Our Society….
Superstition, as looked at by different personalities, might be regarded as a diablerie that is prevalent even till now. This is the noughties and superstitious beliefs are still mesmerizing the hoi polloi like they did in the bygone centuries. Is this a true picture of the so-called “modern” society? What will the moppets learn? To wait for some time after a sable feline crosses the road? Or to procrastinate after a strong sternutation? So murky is our present day world. Amigos, have you ever indulged in some superstition? I guess you have unknowingly committed one at least once. Sometimes we are so much carried away by these beliefs that we unconsciously follow them. Even if the young are reluctant to follow them, their elders make them do it perforce. They are like fagins inserting delinquency into the minds of the tots. What do they want? To develop them into stalwart cohorts of this kind of an illogical credence? Can you imagine mates what can be the condition when these young ones grow up to become a successful person? If you are fallacious, be able to understand your own self; think logically.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
The Master Blaster
Back in the 90s when the Little Master used to vanquish the adversaries of India severely; myriad plaudits embraced him with all their might. Yes, such was the efficacy of the cricketing legend Sachin Tendulkar; they are all bygones, never to return. The present form of Sachin has too many ups and downs to be praised of. This is likely to happen with age — dream of those times when the abilities of the precocious youth had dominated the cricketing world— Oh! What a form he had acquired! But now they have gone into the depths of time. Sourav Ganguly, another master blaster, had recently retired from International Cricket. Sachin should learn from his this very intimate friend. He should not be dogged in his career; one has to retire at some time or the other and now, the time for Sachin has ultimately come. He should think about donating his place to the youth generation that is increasingly becoming substantial in every field of work. After all, "Youths should be developed to build peace and prosperity for the nation." *****Comments are anticipated*****
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monsoon
The air inherits some peculiar kind of smell with the onset of monsoon. The same frog ribbits in the rippling waters; the same “rainy” resonance definitely concocts a sleepy mood. The languor incited by this beautiful element of Nature is to be truly praised of. A gloomy atmosphere, overcast skies usually mark the time of the defeated; but the case is different this time. The aura of languidness and an eloquent scent of monsoon indeed bring a sense of pleasure.
Water logged streets; fields full of still waters lodging a variety of itsy-bitsy fishes, the sonorous effect of a heavy shower produced on tin roofs are magnificent. Intermittently closing the ear with some quilt (or something) in order to listen to the “tip-tap” of the rain drops is definitely a transcendent experience. Those who can feel them understand the true nature of monsoon. No school after a night’s heavy shower is a different experience. Scrumptious breakfast in the morning; mummy preparing delicious lunch in the afternoon; having great fun at the dining table at night when papa comes and together we enjoy delectable items. Such fun and frolicking are seen in very few houses— people nowadays are too busy maintaining their income, their humdrum busy routines to spare even a single day for enjoying with their family.
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Daily Trouble Faces A New Competitor
Yes, dear readers, the time for showdown has finally arrived. The famous newspaper of our class "The Daily Trouble" will soon face a new competitor, "The 24x7 Informer" that might bring a "rough and tough" competition. Yes my boys, it's the ARC style. Something when is taken up, is not to be underestimated. I vow that I shall never bring any vulgarity in my newspaper; neither shall I used so-called "bombastic" words.
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
“Don’t catch my collar!” ordered the boy…..
Holla! Today I am bringing you one of the abominable cases in the history of our school. Albeit, it was not in “history”, it entered “history” today.
The opprobrious “gangsta” of our class, Parthav Kallani, IX A, had developed such defiance that he, with pointing fingers at our new “Bengali” teacher, Raja Talukder, had threatened the latter by saying “Don’t catch my collar!” not one but two times. Sir Talukder is a newcomer in our school and could not understand what to do when Parthav and some of his friends (no names please!) were deliberately shouting “Hindi” words at each other. When he could not resist that brat’s misbehaviour, he went to him, caught him by his collar and pushed him down that column (betwixt two rows) till he reached the door. At that time, the fella made his damn remark that enraged Sir. Sir was too helpless to give a tight whack across the boy’s bloody countenance. The bell rang simultaneously and so did start the parent-teacher meeting of Classes VIII and IX.
Sir Talukder might have complained to all the teachers about that obnoxious and uncultured comportment exhibited by that filthy little kiddiewink. Some steps have to and will be taken against that egregious youth.
Had I been the “strongest boy” of the class, I would have caught him by his collar and thrown him out of the class, notwithstanding its consequences.
SUCH FELLAS SHOULD BE HANDED THE TRANSFER CERTIFICATE at once.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
"Spitting Image Of What Ails Bengal's Schools"
The day seemed bad for our naive school inspector, Rizul Islam, who was of a good character and rejected the demands of that abhorrent primary school teacher, Ranjan Sil Sharma, after which the latter had splattered betel juice on the dignitary.What a lesson for "tiny tots"!!! Oh boy! Is THIS a picture of TEACHERS????? According to me, there are none "teachers" left since that "transcend" and "erudition" have gone down into the depths of time. Now, it is time for us to slowly absorb the numb that our society is going to face in future.